Goshen Indiana set ablaze. Again.
“I’m here on the scene at Goshen Indianan where early this morning Goshen Hospital was set on fire, burning nearly to the ground.”
Behind the reporter there is a barely standing husk of a hospital, with several tents outside with patients being wheeled around tended by nurses.
“This was proceeded by an outbreak of gang violence involving the use of military grade explosives. There have been several gang incidents since then , the civilian casualties mounting with minimal medical supplies.
Where possible, patients are being shipped out of town.
This violence has resulted in more calls for the police to be formally reestablished, but given the historic fatality rate of over 60% the town has been unable to recruit enough staff for a permanent police force.
Town officials are considering calling in the national guard, we go now to talk to some locals.”
The camera focuses on a young woman with a backpack walking through a college campus. In the background there are scorch marks on some buildings.
”I mean. I guess it’s a little worse than normal. But that’s life in Goshen. You get used to it. I had to dodge some dude ridding a motorcycle through campus at like 100 miles per hour earlier today, with a woman behind him and a bunch of weasels. “
the woman shrugs, then pauses and puts down her backpack as she gets to the edge of campus. She takes out a revolver.
”But that’s not even the weirdest thing I’ve seen in the last year. Hold on a bit.
Incoming!”
There is a low rumble of motorcycles. The camera turns to campus buildings behind the woman, showing windows opening and young men and women, college students ,aiming with firearms.
The camera turns back to the street to see a group of 20 men on motorcycles, many with yellow Sons of Salem flags and shotguns.
The camera drops rapidly as the camera man throws himself to the ground. There is a chorus of gunfire, lasting 30 seconds.
The it is quiet the camera man gets up. The street has 3 crashed motorcycles, the rest gone.
The woman the camera was following is crouched behind the Goshen college sign. She is bleeding from a new wound on her shoulder, but the blood seems to stop even as the camera focuses on her.
The woman reloads her revolver.
”Anyway. I don’t think the national guard is a good idea. They’ll just become zombies, or start exploding, or think they are in a death game or something. Not worth it. They don’t have what it takes to handle Goshen. Now, the weirdest thing I’ve ever …”
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